Family Fun.

Time is running out. Summer is almost over, and I’ve spent most of it tapping away at my keyboard prepping for my finals on the Masters. The final cut of the film constantly plagues my mind, chipping into scenes, fine tuning, mastering the sound… it’s not finished until you throw in the towel. Brandon made a good point, he said ‘Stop! And move on’, which made me think.

Stop.

I’m not a perfectionist, I’m too much of a bodge-artist for that. But this film, I want to get right, to make it the best it can be. It has been a battle, working under an institution bears a large amount of rules and regulations. I’ve worked extremely hard to pull this one out of the bag, and I am happy with it. I’m proud of this little film, and everyone that jumped on board to be part of it. It is a student film, but it’s far from the reality of student ‘making. It’s my own.

Aiming for the deadline, I worked day and night, I worked part time, I cared for my Son in between, guilt set in long ago when I realised I was lacking in Motherhood status while I chased the good grades I’ve been striving for. It is a struggle. I must motor on, add bits, take bits away, and repeat. Right until the deadline, when I could possibly do no more.

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I thought this mindset would disappear when the Midday clock struck on deadline day. But the show was to follow a fortnight later, and this would be the first time an audience would view the work, I’d solely been keeping under wraps. I wasn’t sick of the project yet, I still love the characters, I adore the location (The Hollywood will always be in my heart, I don’t care what anybody says).

I hate working on Sundays, it’s the only day of the week considered as Family Day, although I’ve eaten away at a load of these in the past months. But the deadline was technically long gone, and I needed a break. What do I need?

I’ll still take a camera (or two). The opitomy of summer – what does it mean? Seaside? Sun? Colour… I’ve seen the north coast enough this year, I was after the more fantastical side. Not Yarmouth, not yet. Hemsby it is!

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This is another place of obsession. I’ve shot a lot of film here in the past. Super 8mm; I created some projected visuals for The London Short Film festival a few years back, made up of Hemsby out-of-season. I’m still really happy with these shots. I mention Hemsby to a lot of locals, and they scorn at the thought of the place. I bloody love it. I always will.

I didn’t shoot a lot. I needed to remember it was family day. We ate chips, Sonny had a giant rainbow ice-cream that looked nothing like the picture, and I got bashed about on the bumper cars hitting into my almost healed, once-broken wrist from earlier in the year. Good times.

The last shot of the day, was etched into memory via Polaroid. I had to wait over ten minutes to get a clear shot, a family, determined to win big on the grabbing machine in the frame weren’t giving in. They must’ve spent big in these ten minutes. They left with nothing. Family time.

 

I’m not a perfectionist, I’m too much of a bodge-artist for that. But this film, I want to get right, to make it the best it can be. It has been a battle, working under an institution bears a large amount of rules and regulations. I’ve worked extremely hard to pull this one out of the bag, and I am happy with it. I’m proud of this little film, and everyone that jumped on board to be part of it. It is a student film, but it’s far from the reality of student ‘making. It’s my own.

Aiming for the deadline, I worked day and night, I worked part time, I cared for my Son in between, guilt set in long ago when I realised I was lacking in Motherhood status while I chased the good grades I’ve been striving for. It is a struggle. I must motor on, add bits, take bits away, and repeat. Right until the deadline, when I could possibly do no more.

I thought this mindset would disappear when the Midday clock struck on deadline day. But the show was to follow a fortnight later, and this would be the first time an audience would view the work, I’d solely been keeping under wraps. I wasn’t sick of the project yet, I still love the characters, I adore the location (The Hollywood will always be in my heart, I don’t care what anybody says).

I hate working on Sundays, it’s the only day of the week considered as Family Day, although I’ve eaten away at a load of these in the past months. But the deadline was technically long gone, and I needed a break. What do I need?

I’ll still take a camera (or two). The opitomy of summer – what does it mean? Seaside? Sun? Colour… I’ve seen the north coast enough this year, I was after the more fantastical side. Not Yarmouth, not yet. Hemsby it is!

This is another place of obsession. I’ve shot a lot of film here in the past. Super 8mm; I created some projected visuals for The London Short Film festival a few years back, made up of Hemsby out-of-season. I’m still really happy with these shots. I mention Hemsby to a lot of locals, and they scorn at the thought of the place. I bloody love it. I always will.

I didn’t shoot a lot. I needed to remember it was family day. We ate chips, Sonny had a giant rainbow ice-cream that looked nothing like the picture, and I got bashed about on the bumper cars hitting into my almost healed, once-broken wrist from earlier in the year. Good times.

The last shot of the day, was etched into memory via Polaroid. I had to wait over ten minutes to get a clear shot, a family, determined to win big on the grabbing machine in the frame weren’t giving in. They must’ve spent big in these ten minutes. They left with nothing. Family Fun.

 

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